You know when you go to a pub, and its so warm and cosy you want to live there forever? I would like to declare the Stapleton Tavern such a pub. Only across the road from more popular pubs such as the Old Dairy at the end of Stroud Green Road, the Stapleton is like being at your Grans house. Except at the pub. Complete with nick nacks, antlers, Naval handbooks, the odd Sweet Valley High [as well as copious other conversation starters] and photos of days gone by on the wall. I'm very much looking forward to winter when I might curl up in front of their fireplace with a mulled wine.